poems back artist cataloque

A May Flower
So shaky on its thin stalk,
Don't tear it off, don't tear away.
It dries apart from here.
You better kneel before it
Down' like to an icon.
You better touch it
With your warmness.
And petals,
Just like wings of dragon-flies,
You better stretch out slightly.
And it will quiver,
It will call
And rush up
And not to leave the Earth below
But to attract it higher.

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